Afraid of death

Death is something I'm afraid of,
something that makes me wanna cry,
I'm afraid it won't take long enough before I'll have to say goodbye...

I'm scared of death,
but not my own,
I'm scared I'll be left alone.

I fear of loss the ones I love,
I'm afraid they'll be too soon called to come above.

I know they'll go to heaven,
and that they will tell me not to cry,
that they love too much to see me smile.

But how can I smile,
if I've lost the ones I love?
And then they'd say:
"You'll see us in a while,
we'll meet again in this joyful place,
now dry out your tears,
and spread the world your lovely grace."

But what if I let them down?
If I won't be able to spread the grace?
Not without them and with the happy smile on my face!
Cause I know I'll be wanting to go to them,
to see them happy in that joyful place.

Joyful place called Heaven,
where I can also spread the grace,
but with ones I love,
and with the smile on my face.